Summary: You've had it up to here with your boyfriend, now it's time to show him that you're not a wimp.
Warnings/Tags: Slight angst, implied self-harm, well, not really implied when it's clear as day-, argument, self-deprecation, hurt/comfort.
Word Count: 900+ words
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"You're officially an idiot."
"How can you be so stupid?"
"Why the fuck did you do that?"
And many other things you began spewing out as you awaited for your second execution. Exaggerations aside, you were totally and utterly fucked when your boyfriend arrives.
How did you end up lying in the middle of your living room with both hands wrapped in gauze? Well, it all started when you and Wukong were in a little iffy mood with each other during date night at his place. From playing video games together, to board games, then finally playing truth or dare, which ended terribly. The two of you had a mean streak going on, neither of you were backing down from the most atrocious dares that were said.
"You better give up now, buttercup, I just can't lose."
"Says you! I dare you to lick the bottom of the couch while doing a handstand using your nails only!"
"Pfft, fine! Then you have to hold a hot pan that's been in the oven for ten seconds! Oh wait, I forgot, you can't."
That one sentence stuck with you during your little fight with Wukong and set off the rest of the events that resulted in you almost frying your hands off.
"Look, peaches, it's not like I'm saying you can't do some pretty amazing ultra cool stuff, but you're not...well, me...soooo, please don't get yourself hurt cause you wanna act all high and mighty."
Maybe he was right. Now you feel pretty shitty after trying to prove him wrong days after that eventful night. If it wasn't for Mei barging into your apartment/home to drag you out to hangout, you wouldn't have been able to call for help, much less leave your apartment without damaging your hands even more. After tending to your burns with her help and begging her not to call an ambulance, you were left to await Wukong's arrival after Mei had decided to contact him instead.
The slam from your front door made you wince as you looked in the direction blocked by your sofa. Wukong's face popped around the furniture as he lowered his gaze onto your pitiful form; you were laid out on your rug with a pillow under your head and bandaged arms resting on your stomach. Mei slowly appeared out from behind your boyfriend tapping both of her index fingers together, she mumbled a farewell before booking it out of your place.
Wukong knelt beside you and placed a hand over your left one. His touch was gentle enough to not cause you to hiss in pain from the applied pressure as he poked around your injury.
"I-"
"I don't want to hear it."
You clamped your mouth shut and furrowed your brow as Wukong continued staring at your hands, his expression tight and void of any emotion that would suggest that he was upset. No, no, if anything he looked..disappointed?
You felt sick to your stomach. You would have greatly preferred him screaming obscenities at you than...whatever this was.
You couldn't hold your gaze on him anymore and opted to stare at the ceiling.
Wukong took a deep breath before exhaling slowly, he rubbed the side of his head as he carefully examined your hands.
"I don't know what possessed you into doing this or...or thinking this is alright, but I know damn well it better not be because of some stupid dare that I joked about days ago."
"How was I supposed to know you were joking," You grumbled under your breath.
Wukong stared at you.
You glared back.
Wukong narrowed his eyes and scoffed.
Your gaze wavered as the need to blink caused you to look away first.
"..." Wukong called out your name sternly. When you didn't turn to look at him, Wukong threw his hands up in defeat. "Why do...this? Out of everything you could've done-!"
"-and not take the chance to prove that I'm able to do things like you? Oh, I'm so sorry your majesty, please let me hear all about how fucking weak I am," Your nose crinkled as you fought back the sting in your eyes, but that didn't stop your voice from cracking.
"...are you...?" Wukong blinked back his shock as he shook his head and was so frustrated he could only stammer the rest of his words out. "Are you serious? I don't...no, I...why would I think you're weak-"
Wukong paused as he recalled what he had said that day, his eyes squeezed shut as he placed a hand on your bicep.
"Oh no, hun, no, no...I'm-"
You sniffed as you shrugged off his hand. Wukong's frown deepened as he reached for you again, but decided to keep his hands to himself.
"Why didn't you tell me? Or better yet, shut me up? Y'know I say dumb stuff sometimes, I-" Wukong bit his lip. Finding the words to articulate the feelings stirring in his heart was tough. "-I'm sorry, alright? I probably should've taken the taunts down a notch, but I'm not a mind reader, I couldn't have known it'd bother you this much when you haven't said anything to me...and...and you usually handle my teasing well! I...I'm sorry, I really am."
If his soft pleas didn't rope you in already, then him curling up beside you with his tail around your ankle did. Not to mention the onslaught of cheesy compliments he began whispering to you. Your cheeks were practically as hot as the pan you burned yourself with as Wukong added kisses with each sorry. You glanced at him and sighed after a few seconds of his overwhelming display of affection.
"Can you...help me till 'm better?"
"Of course," Wukong smiled as you carefully scooted closer to him. "Anything for you, peaches, just...please let me know if I'm being a jerk next time"
"Alright," You snorted as you placed your head against Wukong's chest. Wukong made sure he wasn't putting pressure on your hands as he carried you from the floor and walked you over to your bedroom.
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